Saturday, May 31, 2014

Friday, May 30, 2014

Consciousness
offers me the prison of everything remembered. What is the difference from
imposition? Eventually
I have agreed whether self imposed or dictated by others? I make familiarity my
self-punishment, whether dumb down or dulled out. Either
way, the distraction the world offers by variety is soon reduced to an inner
journey of interpretation to
alter these apparent views. The external views are much the same, day-to-day
and so some become internal as
storage sights for emotional baggage rich with history but hidden from the
obvious world itself. Only
I can take you on that journey with dialogue and fervor far removed from
animation in an original sense. Yes
I thirst for nectar of any kind. The only provider stumbles on inside of me in
a somewhat random fashion throughout
the day. Nothing major, just minor shifts that
trip off inner responses from an unknown party within. The dialogue continues,
monotone, sometimes murmured, or mumbled in anguish. Bored with the self
responses, repeated too often to furnish a theme forward with any richness as
the subterfuge of avoidance made evident then rears its head as a response
without otherwise merit behind whatever words were spoken. This keptness is its
own prison as the senses keep working as the punitives themselves. They are
guards with rules of sensory limitation and a promoted sense of vacancy for the
viewing, again and again. New thoughts must come from the private garden
within, hidden in the depth of being, continuously needed for self discovery to
have a life on the inside of being. Look, what was the crime? It was the crime
of consciousness. Consciousness as in receivership of the world external and
the surround. Baited
with story and driven by desires, encouraged and encase all as the same moves,
not compelled by inner vision or a sense of spirit looking to come forward. I
am a medicine cabinet full of self-drugsto
cope with the world around me. And what I don’t immediately have internal access
to, I can purchase. It is a one-dimensional logic as basic as simple math.
Reality some how taught me to order from the menu, as if that was the realism
of choices available. My mind- trap is my best friend indeed. We’re stuck in
this together, bunkmates, in a shared life sentence. So why am I telling you?
Hey realize the collusion that surrounds you and do something about it. Defy
logic and sensibility. Fuguritively spark and light fires that are out of
control. Give up on the contract of self as brand. Hunt for vibes that
introduce you to an expanded sense of yourself. Don’t expect it is out there
but discover that it is in you to get it out there, out of you. You are the
magic but without the need of audience. In the light, discover that the prison
is a plaything, that reality is consequence and you are the spiritual mischief
of invention and delight. Please remember or make the discovery: consciousness
precedes experience. Reality is a residue fill with audience views. Consciousness
is creativity coming into reality view. In
that way, you are always free, never captured, never contained. Channel the
light from within and then see where your spirit takes you . . .